Look, there's a lot about the 1992 Opening Ceremonies in Barcelona that is just a little too '90s for most folks. The short shorts. The glow sticks. The high socks. However, every single time I watch the ending, I get chills, my brain unable to wrap itself around the fact that HE SHOT A FUCKING ARROW FROM 181 FEET AWAY AT A SEVEN-STORY-HIGH TARGET. (Fact: Antonio Rebollo, a Paralympic archer who was stricken with polio when he was eight months old, was selected from over 200 archers for the event. His arrow actually landed in a sandbox set up outside the stadium.)

There were no fears. I was practically a robot. I focused on my positioning and reaching the target. My feelings were taken from the people who described to me how they saw it. What they felt, their emotions, their cries. This is what made me realize what the moment actually meant.

Why we don't have someone do this at every single Opening Ceremonies, I'll never know.